Ropes.

Hempseed,

Silken,

Nylon,

Cotton.

In all the colours of the rainbow.

All of them,

Beautiful;

So long as

They're biting

Into your

Pretty skin.

Knotted,

Looped,

Twisted.

Braided.

So many ways to do just one thing.

Ties joining

End to end.

Ties forming

Intricate

Patterns on

Delicate

Limbs of yours.

Twisting,

Turning,

Shaking,

Moaning.

I want to hear you beg for release.

Tell me how

You've behaved.

Tell me why,

And tell me,

What you crave.

Not with lips,

But your form.

Tell me how

You want more.